Character Overview
Pale skin, light red eyes, medium length brown hair. Probably would have been quite the looker, if she wasn’t rotting.
Backstory Details
Once the infamous cat-eared menace of Barovia, Stella clawed her way up to become Baroness of the Stolen Skunkwater—a title earned through grit, blood, and no small amount of chaotic charm. Her life was a whirlwind of impossible victories and catastrophic downfalls, each rise steeper, each fall more brutal. The final plummet came deep in Vordakai’s Tomb, where she was slain not once, but twice.
But death was not the end.
No tearful ceremonies. No grand resurrection. No one in her beloved kingdom thought bringing her back was worth the cost.
Instead, her body was stripped of dignity by a band of second-rate adventurers who found her corpse and sold it to a slaver dealing in undead flesh. She awoke in Geb—broken, bound, and barely herself—fighting every second against the mindless hunger that clawed at her sanity. She had to relearn control, discipline, and restraint in the face of overwhelming decay.
Gone is the reckless sorceress who once flung fire at anything that twitched. In her place stands something colder, quieter, stitched together by willpower and wrath. Magic still courses through her, but undeath has bent it into strange, dark shapes. Now, she turns to Arazni, the Queen of the Unwilling, for guidance—if not comfort. Stella knows what it means to be abandoned. She knows what it means to rise anyway.
“Fucking Pablo. They saved Pablo and not me? Me? Their beloved Baroness rots in a ditch and they pick him?”Her voice hisses through clenched teeth, shaking with rage.“And who’s in charge now? Some half-literate jackass named Armag? My chambermaid sits on the ruling council?”Her eyes glow, her fingers twitch with hunger.Madness whispers. The urge to bite something—someone—flares hot in her chest. She takes a breath she doesn’t need, trying to hold on.Brains…